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SUMMARY: Reese's pov. "He has his own methods."
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Written for married_n_mich, at the Drabble Fest (Jan. '09).
SEEDS OF SUSPICION
by Leni
"Detective Crews!" Officer Reyes gives a frustrated huff and glares at Dani. "Is he for real?"
"How do we tell someone is real?" she says, quoting Crews' words from the ride to the murder scene. Apparently, the existential discussion for this case will center on how accurate a person's senses are, and how they also misinterpret signs and alter the world. She hates that she was actually listening to him.
Reyes seems to agree.
"He has his own methods," Dani shrugs, looking as her partner seems to investigate every corner of the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator once more and sticks his head inside, until she can only see his elbows poking out. "Crews!" This is her best no-nonsense voice.
He obediently straightens and closes the fridge door. Dani knows that expression, though. He's either bored enough to Zen them all into an early grave, or has a lead and will present it to them in the most Zen-ish manner possible.
Crews looks around the room one more time, expression becoming more thoughtful with every second. "There's no fruit to be found."
Option B it is, then.
"Excuse me?" Reyes again.
Oh, to be that clueless again! "I'm going to assume you don't just feel peckish for another apple," Dani tells her partner, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I bought a case of cantaloupe this morning."
She knows. He tried to feed her some this morning. Something about the taste being all she needed to know about its size, shape and procedence. "The case, Crews."
"Grape seeds in the trash." He shakes his head. "Does nobody know they are a great source of vitamin E?"
Personally, Dani feels he had twelve years too many of reading time. "So what? Maybe that was the last of it."
He frowns. "Fruit people will be fruit people. They always have more," he finally asserts. "Just like you have cartons from three different take out places in your own fridge." She won't ask how he knows. She won't. "I saw the delivery numbers in your personal organizer," he answers anyway.
She makes a mental note to drill into him that a decade hasn't changed the fact that personal organizers are personal.
"Someone else brought the grapes," seems to be his conclusion. He looks very pleased with himself.
Behind them, Officer Reyes starts chuckling. "Oh man. And I still don't get a promotion? Lucky sonuva-" He sees her expression and stops himself. "Detective Reese. We can't…."
"And yet you will," she tells him. "Bag the seeds, take them for testing." She just knows that Crews will be smiling that complacent smile behind her. And then he wonders why she isn't friendlier.
Reyes starts to scowl, but thinks better of it. "Yes, ma'am." Pulling rank definitely has its advantages.
"And you," she tells her partner, pointing sharply towards the living room where the murder was actually perpetrated. "Let's see if you're as good with the body."
That smile again, but he follows her without a complaint.
The End
10/01/08